Nothing, says ANDY HEDGECOCK, can rescue this undistinguished amalgam of ponderous melodrama and shallow philosophical speculation
Four poems by Rebecca Tamás
Well Versed is edited by Jody Porter
In Arles
Strange Van Gogh is my pet.
‘Let me pet you,’ I say.
He moves his red head
in an organised flame movement.
He has tears on his face which I try
and wipe off with a ‘Sunflowers’
National Gallery tea towel,
but he doesn’t want me to.
Nor does he want a sip of tea
from the smaller ‘Starry Night’
mug.
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